Mainly gristle, cartliage, crushed bone, floor sweepings, bulls bollock, pig snout, butchers elastoplast, a drop of sweat, a handful of oats, and a soupcon of dandruff, deep fried in a delicious batter, best served on a bed of chips with a side order of a huge pickled onion, and washed down with a cheeky 500ml bottle of Diet Coke whilst reading a Bill Bryson book, between appointments, in early February, approx 7.45pm, in the Golf, parked up in some glamorous location like Macduff, with only Nina Simone for company.
P.S. I eat 3 weetabix in skimmed milk for brekkie, never use salt on a meal, cut the fat off all meat, dont allow fizzy drinks in the house, poach my eggs, never fry, spend a fortune on fruit, drink water in the car everyday, no sugar in coffee etc, only go out for maybe 6 pints on a Monday night, and so feel justified in occasionally treating myself to the culinary equivalent of crack cocaine !
I would recommend we all try one the night before the marathon.
